Under One Person: The Sea Emperor Who Shattered Heaven and Earth

“That’s the one.” Jiang Zhen nodded.

"you know?"

"I've heard a little about it, but no one has ever known its exact location. I've heard it's an island made entirely of superhumans. There are no ordinary people on the island, no laws of any country, only a set of rules established by the superhumans themselves."

“That’s right, that’s why we have to go.” Jiang Zhen rolled up the nautical chart and stuffed it back into his pocket.

He paused, looked at his brothers below, and a smile appeared on his lips.

“That place is full of supernatural beings, an island made up of them. Wouldn’t it be a shame if we didn’t go and take a look?”

There was silence in the warehouse at first, then someone chuckled, and the laughter spread like a tide.

Master Feng laughed the loudest. He unbuttoned his white coat, revealing two short knives tucked into his waistband, the scabbards engraved with the old emblem of the Grand Canal Gang.

"Yes! It's an island full of supernatural beings. That place was born for the gang leader. We have to go and take it back!"

Jiang Zhen gave the order directly:

"Fifth Master, Master Bai, Zhao Yuan, arrange the boat. All brothers, get on board and prepare to set sail."

Everyone sprang into action.

Bai Fu stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Boss, I've roughly figured out the route to Nathan Island. But after that reef, the nautical charts become inaccurate."

Jiang Zhen said, "It's alright, you'll know when we get there."

Several days later, the canal gang's boats were ready at the dock.

Feng Wuye stood at the bow of the ship directing the unloading of supplies, Bai Fu spread out the nautical chart in the cabin and made final markings with charcoal pencils, and Zhao Yuan counted the number of people on the shore.

Jiang Zhen did not hold any departure ceremony. When he finally left Japan, he hung a flag representing his rule, a flag with the words "Justice" and crossed fists.

Yamaguchi knelt on the dock, his forehead pressed against the cold cement. Behind him was a whole new cabinet he had temporarily promoted, a dozen or so people kneeling on the ground, as respectful as a row of stone sculptures.

Nearly ten thousand ships slowly sailed out of Tokyo Bay, the decks filled with people wearing white coats. The wind whipped up the corners of their coats and made the words on their backs flutter loudly—Justice, Justice, Justice.

In the distance, the observation post of the US fleet held up its binoculars for a long time before putting them down and saying to the communications officer behind it, "Send a telegram to Colonel Smith and General MacArthur. The canal convoy has set sail."

"destination?"

The observer raised his binoculars again, staring at the fleet as it disappeared on the horizon, and remained silent for a few seconds.

"do not know."

Chapter 106 Ascending to Nathan

On the sea, months of sailing.

Uncle Feng stood at the bow of the boat, a fish bone that had been chewed until it was tasteless dangling from his mouth, squinting as he looked ahead.

He'd been watching for months. Every day was the same scene—water merging with the sky, the sky merging with the water, occasionally a few flying fish skimming past the ship's side, occasionally a pod of whales spouting white jets of water in the distance. The rest was all water, boundless, endless water.

"Boss, have we gone to the wrong place?"

Bai Fu spread out the nearly worn-out nautical chart in the cabin, drawing correction lines on it at least five times with charcoal. "The general direction is correct," he told himself, "but after passing that reef, the chart becomes inaccurate; there are definitely deviations."

Jiang Zhen sat on the deck of the ship. The sea breeze made his white coat rustle. The word "Justice" on his back was filled with the sea breeze and bulged like a flag. He had one hand on his knee and the other holding a wine bottle. He didn't seem to be in a hurry. If he went the wrong way, so be it. He would always get there eventually.

"Keep driving."

Two more days passed. The lookout brother raised his binoculars every half hour to scan the area, but after hundreds of scans, he found nothing.

This time, he raised the binoculars, yawned, and was about to put them down—when he froze. He put the binoculars down, rubbed his eyes, and then raised them again to look, confirming that the thing was still there.

He slid straight down the mast, and before his feet even touched the ground, he shouted, "There's something ahead! A small black dot!"

Grandpa Feng spat the fish bones into the sea and scrambled up to the gunwale. There was indeed a small black dot on the distant sea, steadily fixed in place; it wasn't a ship, nor a whale.

“It’s Nathan Island.” Bai Fu emerged from the cabin, still clutching the nautical chart in his hand.

Master Feng slapped his thigh: "Damn it! We've finally arrived!"

The fleet began its final course correction, with nearly ten thousand ships forming a V-formation and pressing towards the black dot. The black dot grew larger and larger, from a bean to an egg, and from an egg to the outline of a complete landmass.

......

Nathan Island.

The island's shore was now crowded with people. These people were clearly divided into two groups.

The group on the left consisted of the island's natives. A lookout hopped across the rocks a few times and knelt down on one knee before a man: "Your Majesty, the fleet has appeared."

King Nathan nodded. He looked to be under sixty, with strong features and an old scar near his eye.

"Have everyone prepare." King Nathan's voice was not loud, but every guard heard him clearly. "Remember what I said: once the fleet docks, no one is to be disrespectful."

The guards responded in unison.

Another man stood beside King Nathan and spoke in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, must we really obey him?"

King Nathan did not turn his head. His gaze remained fixed on the largest and foremost flagship on the sea. A man stood at the bow, his face obscured by distance.

“You are the Nathan King who has been recognized by the Divine Tree.” The man’s tone was filled with resentment. “It has been the rule on the island for thousands of years that the Divine Tree chooses the king, and the king rules the island. There has never been any reason for outsiders to come across the sea and point fingers at us.”

King Nathan then glanced at him. His gaze was calm, but the man lowered his head as if under his gaze.

“You think I haven’t thought about it?” King Nathan spoke, his voice very soft, as if afraid of being overheard. “Since a few months ago, the Divine Tree has been sending me its will. At first, it was very vague, more indistinct than the sound of the tide, lighter than the wind, and I couldn’t even tell if I was just imagining things. But it became clearer and stronger day by day.”

He paused.

“In the last few days, I sat alone under the tree at night, leaning against the trunk, and I could feel it trembling.”

The man suddenly raised his head, his face full of disbelief: "The sacred tree... is trembling?"

King Nathan turned his head and looked again at the fleet that was getting closer and closer on the sea.

"Yes, it's afraid."

The man opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word for a long time. The sacred tree was the foundation of Nathan Island, the embodiment of the islanders' faith. The sacred tree chose its king, and it protected the entire island. On the island, the sacred tree was the heavens. And now, the king they served was telling him that the heavens feared a mortal.

"Who exactly is that person?" the person finally asked.

King Nathan was silent for a moment: “I don’t know. But the will of the divine tree is clear—it commands our obedience.”

The atmosphere was completely different from that of the other group on the shore; it was a completely different vibe from that of the indigenous people.

There was no orderly formation; from their positions to their attire to their expressions, the overall impression could be summed up in one word: chaotic.

There were people of all races, and their clothing was incredibly diverse. Some wore suits with religious artifacts tucked inside their jackets; some were shirtless, their bodies covered in old scars from battles; some huddled together, talking in hushed tones, glancing occasionally at the sea with solemn expressions.

These people are all from outside who have gathered on Nathan Island. Some have been here for a year, some for ten, some even earlier and have already married and started families on the island, while others arrived just half a month ago. Their reasons for gathering on Nathan Island vary. But they have two things in common: first, they are all extraordinary individuals; second, they all retain an interest in the outside world.

Compared to the native islanders, they had no shortage of information from the outside world. Most of them had heard of Jiang Zhen's name. Not from the news, which only had the vague label of "world destroyer." They knew about him from the community of supernatural beings, and they knew far more and far more truthfully than ordinary people.

“Confirmed, it’s him.” The man in the gray trench coat put down his binoculars. They were specially made binoculars, engraved with dense incantations, with occasional glimmers of light flickering on the lenses. “The one standing at the bow of the flagship…”

One person asked, "What's he doing on Nathan Island? Isn't he collecting debts in Japan?"

“He doesn’t need to collect all the debts from the East himself.” A curly-haired man next to him, with a cigarette in his mouth, said, “We heard a few months ago that his fleet set sail, but no one expected it was heading for Nathan Island.”

What grudge does Nathan Island have against him?

"Can't you come if you have no grudge?" The man in the trench coat put his binoculars back into his coat.

"You may be overestimating him," someone said.

"That's because you haven't seen a Japanese corpse." The man in the trench coat said this and then fell silent.

The canal fleet had already advanced to the outer perimeter of the island reef. The largest flagship slowly moved forward, its bow cutting through the waves and splashing onto the rubble at the edge of the dock.

Jiang Zhen looked at the shore crowded with people, both natives and outsiders, all eyes fixed on him.

"Wow, quite a big fuss." Jiang Zhen glanced at the shore and said to Bai Fu beside him, "Are they here with ill intentions?"

Bai Fu glanced at him: "Chief, you are the one who came here."

The plank was lowered, landing heavily on the gravel ground. The men of the canal gang filed out, their white coats forming a continuous white expanse against the gunwale. Master Feng led the way, letting out a long sigh of relief as his feet touched solid ground. "After months of walking on water, we've finally set foot on solid ground."

Jiang Zhen stood at the bow of the ship, not in a hurry to disembark. King Nathan and his guards were on the left, while the aliens from the archipelago were on the right.

Sensing the gazes cast from both sides, they activated their senses. Countless hearts pounded in their chests at different rhythms, when suddenly a familiar vibrational frequency struck them.

He had been exposed to that frequency a long time ago, but not to anyone he knew.

Jiang Zhen's brow twitched slightly.

Before he could speak, Shuiyun and Changqing behind him burst into action simultaneously.

Shuiyun suddenly exerted force with her feet, and her whole body flew out like a cannonball, with Changqing following closely behind.

A roar burst from Shuiyun's throat.

"Li! Mu! Xuan!!!"

Chapter 107 Who dares to speak up?

Shuiyun and Changqing's figures cut through the sea breeze as they leaped off the boat, their feet shattering the pebbles on the shore. The two of them shot straight towards the group of outsiders like two sharp arrows.

Jiang Zhen stood motionless at the bow of the ship. His gaze swept over the crowd and landed on that figure.

Li Muxuan, I never expected him to appear on Nathan Island.

Shuiyun's foot sank into the sand, sending pebbles and sand flying everywhere. She leaped into the air, flanked by Changqing.

Li Muxuan stood at the back of the crowd, his expression changing several times in a very short time. He never dreamed that he would see people from the Trinity Sect on Nathan Island, and he forced a smile.

"I didn't expect to see old friends here." Li Muxuan said in a hoarse voice, looking at the two people rushing towards him, and added, "Senior Brother Shuiyun, Senior Brother Changqing, it's been a long time."

Shuiyun did not stop because of the word "senior brother," but instead became even more furious.

Shut your stinking mouth!

Seeing the two approaching figures, Li Muxuan did not dodge.

He clasped his hands together in front of him, his fingers spread wide, and a distorted ripple suddenly appeared in his palms, spreading outwards in concentric circles. In the blink of an eye, several force fields were set up in front of him, forming a strangulation net that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

Reversing directions. Li Muxuan's signature skill.

But Shuiyun and Changqing didn't pause for a second and charged straight in.

The distorted force field gripped their limbs like countless invisible hands, causing their bones to creak and groan.